The Grog Box - Swashbuckle

The taste of victory takes on it’s hold.

Round 'n round the world of splendid

gold

A euphoric state, suspended bliss.

Blackened out of one’s consciousness

Grog box, Grog box, Grog box, Ale in a wooden box

From the tap, happiness comes pouring out, From the drink we can’t do without

Rips the feeling from all our minds, and slowly halts the march of time

Grog box, Grog box, Grog box, piracy on tab

Pass the grog, pass the gin, we’ll grin as we remove their skin

Pass the grog, pass the gin, we’ll grin as we indulge in sin